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Óró Sé Do Bheatha Abhaile
Se do bheatha a bhean leanmhar
Bo ba é ar gcreach tú bheith i ngéibheann
Do dhuiche bhreá i seilibh méirleach's tu diolta leis na gallaibh
Óró sé bheatha 'bhaile
Óró sé bheatha 'bhaile
Óró sé bheatha 'bhaile'
Nois ar theacht an tsamhraidh
Tá gráinne mhaol ag teacht thar sáile
Óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda
Gaeil iad fein is ní
Franc ná spáinnighis cuifidh siad ruaig ar ghallaibh
A bhuí le rí na bh
Feart go bhfeiceann
Muna mbíonn beo ina dheoidh ach seachtain
Graínne mhaol is mile gaiscíoch
Ag fógairt fáin ar ghallaibh
Translation:
Hail o bereaved woman
It was our sorrow you being in fetters
Your fine heritage in the possession of thieves
And you held by the foreigners
O welcome home
O welcome home
O welcome home
Now at the coming of summer
Grainne ni mhaille is coming over the sea
Armed young men with her as guards
Gaels themselves not french nor spaniards
And they will put a hunt on the foreigners
Hanks to the king of wonders that i see
Even if my life ends in but a week
Grainne ni mhaille and a thousand voluteers
Proclaiming the scattering of foreigners
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